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"I'm glad that I can count on you if I end up needing a kidney." Jean smirked at Odile, his fingers clenching shut around the note as he pulled back out his wallet and slipped it back in. "I didn't get to my current position by letting loans go unpaid. Even for those as beautiful and captivating as you." And people had certainly tried. Good thing Jean wasn't particularly sentimental. Especially about kneecaps.

"Unfortunately." One thing about the French, they gave each other shit all the time, but when push came to shove, they had each other's backs. But, that didn't mean they had to be particularly nice to each other on a day to day basis. "You know, maybe you should anyways. Especially in front of the rest of us. I think we could use the entertainment."

Odile laughed, rough, unapologetically loud, so freeing from those clouds that'd been so close to her, all day. Jean, thankfully, had the ability to allow her to let loose: freeing was the word. It felt good, great, even, like releasing a rusty-fucking-valve. Taking the note, however, with a playful snatch -- she simply rolled her eyes at Jean. “I’d rather give you my kidney than give this back to you,” teasing, a flutter of lashes, and a well-timed bite to her lip. It took her no time to snort the line, the effects almost immediate.

Except back the post-sniff-drip, which she washed down with way too much wine in one swig, and regretted it not twenty seconds later. Still, she slipped it back into his hand with that all-too-familiar practiced dexterity. “If only because I know you’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

“Curious, weird as fuck, not gay. What a combination. And you two are friends?” Odile knew Olivier, but not extremely well expect for their short passing's with Delphine. They spoke, sure, but not enough that she'd know such details about his personal life “Genevieve? His baby momma? Oh, I heard about that mess." a snort, short, sweet. "Well, I won't be giving him my friend Chad's number, shame, they would've looked so good together." a dramatic hand laying over her chest.

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Jean pulled Étienne in tight. "I love you, man."

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"Come here."

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Jean reached for the pump and flipped it on. "Luckily air mattresses aren't that hard. There's literally just a pump. Magic." Ophélie was lucky she was hot. Jean suspected that was doing a lot to propel her through life.

"Well maybe we'll get lucky and if a pack of wolves raids the camp they'll go for her first. They'd be doing most of the people here a favor." He wasn't one to give Lara Rutherford credit, but at least the fur looked warm. It put her a step above some of the others who'd showed up.

She took the joint back, taking a few more puffs. The high slowly kicking in, giving her exactly what she needed to try tolerate this night.

"I guess there is worse. I've been fortunate enough that this is the worst it gets for me. You're in charge of the air bed, I'd have no clue how to maintain it - or whatever is that needs doing. I just hope it doesn't go down on us."

She took a look over her shoulder, he was right seeing Lara Rutherford having to slum it like, was pretty entertaining and well worth sticking it out.

"I couldn't agree more" she smiled, pleased with the new found outsome of the night.

"I don't even know what she was worn, there is no way fur is going to keep well in these conditions, and what the fuck was she thinking anyway. If a pack of wolves end up in raiding our camp, I'm pretty sure it will because they smell dog."

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"I do my best." Almost ahead of her request, Jean was holding out a crisp note towards Odile, smirk still spread across his lips. "I'm expecting that back, just so you know." What a luxury to not worry about having a roof over his head or where his next meal was coming from. Still, old habits died hard.

"I've spent way too long watching Olivier mope over Lisette and then Genevieve. I have never once in my life thought he was gay. Curious? Yes. Weird as fuck? Also yes. But definitely not gay."

Catching the baggie mid-air, she was quick to flick Jean a quick, bright eyed smile. Different from that cloud that'd started to roil above her head not two minutes earlier. Thankful that he knew her well enough to know exactly what she needed. “You're an excellent friend, Jean, I’ll give you that,” already opening the packet, as she shot him a sideward glance. "You got a note?" if not, her fingernail would have to do, she guessed. “Olivier can barely tie his own shoes on a good day, yet there he was, pulling out some tragically fucking good performance...I just didn't expect it." She paused. "You ever think he's gay?" It was a valid question she was sure a few of them have considered over time...she shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't tripped in a really long time." because the last one had been a disaster.

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Jean scoffed and took a long drag from the cigarette. Ignoring a Russian shit talking went against his very nature, but at the same time, this asshole wasn't even worth his energy. God, how much longer was this fucking campout?

"Someone should have shut you up for good years ago."

What could he say? His self control had always needed work.

"гребаный идиот" As if Roman was ever going to even try to use common tongue with the likes of him. In fact, Roman wasn't even speaking directly to him. "он потерял поводок и теперь ищет другого придурка, который бы лизнул ему яйца. эй, ты думаешь, он заставил этого идиота сосать его член, пока он спит?"

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"I'll do whatever I can to help you out, and if that's what it takes, then so be it." It was a nice fantasy to pretend either of them had any paths in front of them besides the one they were currently walking down. And yet, he knew neither of them would ever change a thing.

"Oh no. I'm hot. I know it and you know it. But, it's not the only component to my charm, and I will not have you reduce me down to a hot piece of meat." Jean barely got through the sentence before bursting out in laughter. Oh, hanging out with Elaina was good for him, even when she was emotionally abusing him.

Ah, she definitely loved Jean, he definitely deserved the drinks she was going to give him all night and then some. Pulling him in, Elaina smooched him on the cheek and grinned. "That should make you feel better."

Because for once she was feeling good. Not that she should have, but even her body was tired of always harbouring the disdain for life. Sometimes, her friends deserved to see her happy side, too. Even in these circumstances.

"You going to stick money down my panties, Jean? Is that how you plan to help me if this thing doesn't work out?" She laughed once more, they both knew if this thing didn't work out, it would have meant she was dead. "Did you really just.. Decrease your score on looks? Ouch."

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Jean eyed the Russian and scoffed as he took out his own cigarette. Fucking Russians, stinking up the place. He didn't speak Russian, but it didn't take a genius to know that whatever he said wasn't complimentary. His fist flexed but Jean resisted the urge to punch the smirk off of his face as he lit his cigarette. "He speaks. And here I thought you were functionally mute."

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"Посмотри на эту блядь мудак. ходил вокруг, думая, что ничто не может его коснуться. Вскоре даже собаки не смогут найти вонючие части его задницы." Roman chuckled as he inihaled the cigarette smoke deep into his lungs. He was grinning, he did have a few drinks already and was outside just because the music was more like noise than anything.

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As annoying as being stuck in a poor tent himself was, the front row ticket to watching those born into the luxury he'd worked his way into almost made up for it. Even the tent and air mattress were still a step up from the dirty, cold, often powerless home he'd grown up in, and certainly better than the streets or prison.

He thought he'd lucked out when he was matched up with Ophélie. Evidently not.

Still, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Sure." He reached out for the joint and took a long drag off it before handing it off to the woman.

"It's not ideal. Actually, it's really fucking annoying. But, it's still not the worst conditions I've ever lived in. Seeing Lara Rutherford on this side of the camp is warming my cold, dead heart though."

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Location: outside the poor tents.

Ophélie was far from impressed with the whole poor tent situation, at least Jean was her partner for the weekend.

The moment she realsied where they where expected to sleep, she began questioning if what the fuck it was that she signed up for, of course the lack of alcohol really wasn't helping.

She lit up the joint that had been tucked behind her ear, inhaling and blowing the smoke into the cold, crisp air.

Moments later, she heard Jean join her at her side. Looking over, she pulled a far from impressed face, simply staring at their tent is utter disgust.

"Bit of a piss take if you ask me. I can think of many others that deserve this tent than us."

"Want a take?" She asked, offering him the lit joint from her hands.

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"What? I'm not allowed to come over to check on and provide support to my friend?" He would be lying if he said he didn't want what she was implying. Odile was a very attractive women and it was harder to find me in London who didn't want to fuck her. But, for once that wasn't the top thing on his mind. Instead, he pulled a small baggie of powder out of his pocket and tossed it her way. "I think every time I've seen Olivier tripping this hard, I've been tripping harder. So, even if I did know, I sure as hell didn't remember."

"French men are never this gentlemanly unless they want something," Odile pushed her hair out the way, leaning back into the chair so she might get a better look at Jean. And when he spoke, she hummed in agreement, turning her gaze back to the fire so he might not get to deep of a read. "Laurent." It was enough of an answer. It wasn't like she had a phone to give her direct access: she was a sitting duck. In some regard, they all were. "I'll liven up soon, I don't suppose you've got a pick me up that might...take me up a notch?" she took a quick glance around, and leaned in. "Did you fucking know Olivier could sing? Or am I just the last one to find out?"

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"And leave you sitting here all on your own? That wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me." Truthfully, he didn't know. It wasn't for lack of offers. But, when he saw Odile sitting by the fire, his feet had moved of their own accord. "What about you? Frankly I'm surprised you even came. Camping and sitting by a campfire are not activities that come to mind when I think of you."

Jean was right. If Laurent had been here, in that very moment, there was one thing they could be certain of: it certainly wouldn't have been this peaceful. It was enough to brighten that dulled smile, even if only curling the corners of her pillow-like lips. The heat, she was thankful for, especially as the temperature had dropped as nightfall came. "Riddle me this," turning herself enough so she could prop her legs over his lap. "Why're you over here, and not dancing until your feet fall over like Olivier." who, might she add, had been raving for hours.

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"You're.... charming and resourceful. I'm sure you'll have arrangements made by the end of the night." The fire crackled, the heat providing some shield from the cold of the night. Despite the absolute ruckus throughout the campsite, it was surprisingly calm and peaceful sitting in front of the fire. "I wish he was here too. He'd be high out of his mind, berating us for being buzzkills and just sitting here instead of partying it up."

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"By the end of the week, if I don't find someone to let me use their shower -- I'm going to look like David Bowie did in Labyrinth." And that was terrible, horrifying. A hand came up, running through the silk of blonde hair. Still, she stretched her legs towards the fire, a small smile tugging at her lips as the effects of one too many drinks set in. "I wish he was here, he would've loved this shit." Leyla, too.

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"How could I? You're never going to let me." Why was he friends with her again? Oh yeah, she was unfortunately right, that's why.

"That's a shame. Well, at least you know you have a back up in case this whole commandant thing doesn't work out for you." He clutched his heart and fake gasped at her accusation. "I mean, I know I'm hot, but at least 40% of my charm is charisma, thank you very much. My hotness is only 60% at most."

"Admit it now, and then never forget it." Elaina took her own glass and took a generous sip of her drink. While she didn't have it the worst when it came to tents and the roommates, she still didn't want to do the event sober.

"Ah, but then it would take the whole mystery out. Besides, I'd rather keep my job." If she saw Divya, she was going to not give a fuck about anything this event wanted from her and snap the woman's neck. "It also helps that you're hot. Actually, I think that's 80% of that said charm."

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Jean matched Odile's smirk as he stood up and pulled off his shirt in one swift motion. He flexed his arms and spun around so that the entire crowd could get a good look before laying down with a wink at Odile. "Only for you, my dear. Only for you."

Dare & Dare Game @ the fire pit

"The rules are simple. If you're a fucking pussy - you get the fuck out or I'm going to kick you out. This is a game for grownups only. So if you're coming in here with some morals or other shit like that - you also leave." Adriana smiled at the group gathered.

"Ladies and Gents, please leave your alliances behind because I've declared this no-man's-land."

"To being, I dare you to take a shot..." She paused, shaking her finger." But you have to pour it out on their chest and lick it all up."

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Jean accepted the whiskey and wasted no time in taking a sip. "You do have your uses, I'll admit."

He openly leered her little show with another sip of whiskey. "Keep that up and you could practically be a Vixen yourself. " He threw his head back in laughter with a defeated shrug of his shoulders. "You got me there. Luckily for me, I have enough charm to get around that whole working for drinks thing."

"Just now? Have I been slacking?" Elaina grinned, pushing him a glass of whiskey. She had taken two already, since she didn't want to keep walking to the bar back and forth. For Jean, she was willing to part with it, at least in the moment.

With a tease in her eyes, Elaina stood up and twirled, just so he could get a better visual of her. "Just in case you forgot." She added before sitting back down again. "Don't lie. You'd have preferred to watch me in a place where you can get a drink and not have to work for it."

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Jean swiped at the baggie dangling in front of him. "Have I told you lately that you're a real bitch?" He loved her, he really did. But, most days Elaina drove him straight up the wall. He let his eyes linger up and down her body, making no attempt to hide his leering as he did so. "Hard to forget. Though I won't lie, I would have enjoyed watching you try to slum it out with us poors."

"Not even the fresh air?" She took out a baggie and waved it in front of him. Since she was moving a lot of the stuff in London, she saved the very best stuff for this weekened. "Guess you'd rather not..." She was teasong, of course. But oh, how she did love to tease Jean. "Con? Excuse you? I got it all because of my amazing figure, my fierce personality, and striking good looks. I'm a whole package, Palfroix, and don't you forget it."

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Jean flipped her off before settling back into his own seat. "Oh fuck off. Nature does not make this any better than the streets of Paris did." He needed a drink and he needed it now. Preferably without having to work for it. "How'd you con your way into a rich tent?"

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Elaina sighted Jean quite quickly within the crowd. With his height and built, the man always stood out. "Ah, so you've gone back to your roots?" Grinning, the woman put her legs on the table. The main tent felt like a mingle area and frankly, she was feeling generous. It was a charity after all.

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Jean: I know my worth, St. Pierre. Jean: Am I out of your budget?

Yves: [ VARDEN IS ADDED TO THE CHAT ] Yves: I'll pay you €500 to keep adding him in. Yves: Carry your own shit.